In a Motel

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In a Motel

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And so I left when I was just a boy I swore I'd simply do it all over again And now up the hill with snow-bit Blue-tipped fingers, blood from falling But I can't go back there no more In frozen poses, venues lined with pillows Atlas shouldered some silly blunder or other You ask for more than this But I don't know what more than this is Is it a motel With a fashion magazine In between towns? I was thinking about my mother And I wished ill upon myself Rachel don't come around here no more I hear she's living in Montana With her brother. I wish her the best And I hope she can forget me But the ghost that comes around Is a dead-ringer for her I see her in my nightmares Discussing modern literature With her hands around my neck In a motel With a fashion magazine In between towns I was thinking about my mother And I wished ill upon myself

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  • John Congleton